About noon, I had lunch at the table under the stairs with Tony, a seventy-year-old artist who wore a scarf in all weathers, for his health, he said.
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Chapter 7: The Hours of a Lotus Eater
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About noon, I had lunch at the table under the stairs with Tony, a seventy-year-old artist who wore a scarf in all weathers, for his health, he said.